[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip espresso in a thrifted velvet coat,
Quote Baudelaire with every note.
The gallery walls whisper my name,
But all my tastes are borrowed, not my fame.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so deep, the shallow can’t compete,
Jangle chords and synths to sound obsolete.
A monocle gaze on the mundane,
Pretension’s just a game we play to feel sane.
[Verse 2]
Vintage lenses frame my hollow stare,
Drop a band you’ve never heard of—*do you dare?*
Vinyl crackles like my curated soul,
I’m a collage of scenes I’ll never control.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so deep, the shallow can’t compete,
Jangle chords and synths to sound obsolete.
A monocle gaze on the mundane,
Pretension’s just a game we play to feel sane.
[Bridge]
I’ll critique your film—it’s too *accessible*,
My angst is abstract, barely expressible.
Dance in a trench coat, irony intact,
We’re pioneers of sounds the past compacted.
[Outro]